onyx – street nigguz lyrics
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg-z that call the shots
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg-z that call the shots
street n-gg-z love to flip, puttin’ slugs in clips
wylin out with bloods and crips, on some sh-t
leavin’ you ripped is totally sick
i sue pr-cks on mysterious trips, makin’ serious chips
you on a curious a trip way out of your whack
blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how ’bout that?
holdin’ my aim, with ways of wreck
never know what to expect, respect a hole in you chest
my mind is set, it’s time for death, rewind your steps
the way that i’m doin’ you is everyday screwin’ you
off the top, make money off of rocks
on and off the block, bouncin’ off on cops
whose the next street star? kid, you’d love to be next
but it’s x-1, kid, in the luxury lex
wit’ a ghetto type style
heat for beef that we can settle right now, street n-gg-z
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg-z that call the shots
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg-z that call the shots
street n-gg-z spend they lasts on weed, smoke to the roach
dead broke, some flip c-ke, sell soap
bust four guns off the roof, trick over proof
roll dice, stick n-gg-z for ice, up all night
everyday n-gg-z gamblin’, pumpin’ drugs scramblin’
my n-gg- got shot, that same spot you standin’ in
b-tch n-gg- hate, rich n-gg- sniff a eight
suffocate, jail n-gg- liftin’ weight, f-ck the jake
we break laws, snuffin’ motherf-ckers breakin’ jaws
robbin’ liquor stores, rubbin’ ghetto n-gg-z dirty drawers
never hesitate to b-ss, kick your f-ckin’ -ss
f-ck work, n-gg- take cash, with the quick facts
open cases with razors, they open faces
paid n-gg-z got guns wit’ lasers, sky pagers
chrome rims and loud systems
so what the light you make the white people listen
you five days out the prison, we
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg-z that call the shots
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg-z that call the shots
street n-gg-z have your sh-t pushed back, plush act
bust jacks out the windowplex, and l-st that
we back, we at the place, contact react
call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats
for violation of fun, whichever come first
love for money could hurt, it’s a thirst, we splurge
in suburbans, to n-gg-z deep, want p-ssy early
swervin’, packin’ big power, maxin’ six hours
up in the expo, e baur
for beef, the heat, the vowel, caught up in them street showers
buckun’ the same clips, f-ckin’ the same chicks
the game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick
street n-gg-z regulatin’, doe and hoes and north states, and flip whips
high speed car chases, the inner belly beast dwellin’
born and raised, extortin’ for days
leavin’ motherf-ckers more than grazed
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg-z that call the shots
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg-z that call the shots
i’m a street n-gg-; f-ck wit me get shot in the brains
they call me sticky fingaz, how you think i got my name?
this is not a game, kid i know my math
i walk around with my pants hangin’ off my -ss
i don’t give a f-ck, the n-gg- here’s too rugged
i pull out my d-ck and take a p-ss in public
smokin’ weed, drinkin’ brew, that’s all i do
f-ck b-tches, get money, was all i knew
police in the rear view, always runnin’ my plates
i kept one poker face and a gun in my waist
off safety c-cked with one in the head
you, first n-gg- frontin’ gettin’ dropped with one in the head
i got no respect for life, my mom’s on drugs
you scared to look me in the eyes, i roll wit nuttin’ but thugs
i’m so trife, hope i can live another night
and i fear no man, i swear on my mother’s life, ‘cuz i’m a
street n-gg-z
gettin’ high all the time
street n-gg-z
f-ck beef and draw the nine
street n-gg-z
always yellin’, “f-ck the cops”
street n-gg-z
we, the n-gg- that call the shots
street n-gg-z
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